R.I.P. little bunnies....

So... during our yard sale, I almost stepped on a tiny little bunny who was sitting in a puddle, soaking wet & shivering... about to get run over or eaten (or stepped on). I picked the little guy up and took him to dry land... Jason's paternal instinct kicked in early, as he held the bunny close to his chest with a towel to get him dry & warm him up. I wandered back over to where I found him and found another one in the same condition! After a fervent search, I concluded that these must have been the only two.... so, we decided we would try to take care of them.

We got some kitty milk and pulled out our old dropper bottle we used to feed Oliver... and Aunt Kacy finally took over after a few days since she was better at getting them to eat. They were doing really great for about a week... but sadly, one died. A few days later, brother followed suit. :( They were so cute (& so sweet).... but we didn't have as much luck with them as we have with our other stray vagabond pets. Look how cute they were.........

bye-bye little buddies! sorry we couldn't spend more time with you!